Pain Was Innocent Poem by Satish Verma

Pain Was Innocent

Again I sat down to
open the book of sufferings. What is
equation of a corpse and the god?

What was a unique
morph from Kalidas to Beethoven?
Read the best thoughts of Vedanta.

Why did you fall on fire?
Walk slowly on ice, which was not
corrupt. Her colour is pure white.

Thursday, September 21, 2023
Topic(s) of this poem: colour
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